Prologue: Hallu (Sava)

Rich brown eyes looked up at her beneath a furrowed brow. “It’s too loud here, Sava.”

A hard lump formed in Hallu’s throat.

A million sounds saturated the air: shoes scraping sand, fabric rustling with movement, laughter erupting from nearby women, a shout exploding from one of the men as he grabbed the wrist of a child. There were bells ringing, sandbeasts bleating, and vendors calling out their wares.

But Kaela wasn’t talking about any of that.